11-09-2015, 08:21 PM
I am iron and I forge myself
Lagertha never puts much faith in the recruits until they actually do something. Sure, Smother accepted her invitation in a flash, but the Khaleesi wonders if she will stay for long. Her nature - or what the iron and steel woman has seen of it - may clash with the rest of the women. As it is, she has an important decision to pose to her Sisters, and she has a feeling that Smother will be on the side she (personally) wants. Which is nice. But if the vote does not swing their way, will the woman leave?
A better question might be whether or not the snake is for decoration, a pet, or has some…. other purpose. She will have to be sure to ask.
The Warrior Queen meanders up from behind Smother, having followed her back to the Jungle (keeping a fair distance, of course - it wouldn’t do to have the girl knowing that Lagertha is keeping an eye on her from the beginning). Her footing is sure amongst the leaves and twisted roots. Sometimes it seems as if she could find her way around the Jungle in the dark - but in practice that would be foolish, and she would only end up with a twisted ankle or worse, something broken. Here, the night still belongs to the jaguars and the frogs and yes, the snakes. You never know what could come springing out of the darkness. Best to sleep, instead. And in this constant heat, it’s almost impossible not to.
She gives the tobiano mare an appraising look that morphs into a half smile. Despite whatever bluntness may follow, her tone is light and inquisitive. “So, Smother. Two questions. First - the snake? And second, why did you accept my offer?” She draws abreast of the mare, letting her eyes gravel over the wide clearing. Her gaze lingers on her Sisters - and as the gunmetal gray woman shifts her weight into a more relaxing position, she cannot help but mentally guess and tally everyone’s response to her unspoken question. She finds she does not like what she imagines to be the answer. The corners of her lips turn down and her eyes narrow.
What, oh what, is a Warrior Queen to do?
A better question might be whether or not the snake is for decoration, a pet, or has some…. other purpose. She will have to be sure to ask.
The Warrior Queen meanders up from behind Smother, having followed her back to the Jungle (keeping a fair distance, of course - it wouldn’t do to have the girl knowing that Lagertha is keeping an eye on her from the beginning). Her footing is sure amongst the leaves and twisted roots. Sometimes it seems as if she could find her way around the Jungle in the dark - but in practice that would be foolish, and she would only end up with a twisted ankle or worse, something broken. Here, the night still belongs to the jaguars and the frogs and yes, the snakes. You never know what could come springing out of the darkness. Best to sleep, instead. And in this constant heat, it’s almost impossible not to.
She gives the tobiano mare an appraising look that morphs into a half smile. Despite whatever bluntness may follow, her tone is light and inquisitive. “So, Smother. Two questions. First - the snake? And second, why did you accept my offer?” She draws abreast of the mare, letting her eyes gravel over the wide clearing. Her gaze lingers on her Sisters - and as the gunmetal gray woman shifts her weight into a more relaxing position, she cannot help but mentally guess and tally everyone’s response to her unspoken question. She finds she does not like what she imagines to be the answer. The corners of her lips turn down and her eyes narrow.
What, oh what, is a Warrior Queen to do?
Lagertha
warrior queen of the amazons